The village was aflame with chaos. Screams echoed from every direction, and the shadows danced wildly under the crimson-lit sky. The Uchiha stronghold had become a fractured maze, and in its shattered heart moved Kaizen—low, silent, nearly invisible.
He was cloaked in the veil of the New Moon Phase, his chakra flowing cold and precise.
A silver circle burned faintly beneath his feet as he activated the art, then disappeared into the smoke.
[Moon Phase – New Moon: ACTIVE]
Chakra: 747 → 647/1,166
His figure blurred like a fading wraith, footsteps muffled, body indistinct. The Uchiha patrolled like frenzied hornets, shouting names, alerting squads, and dragging the wounded. He slipped between alleyways and crumbled homes, unseen.
Five Uchiha were already dead. Half his target.
Then—movement.
A voice called out, "Oi! Who's there?!"
Kaizen froze mid-step. He turned just slightly—four of them. Full Uchiha patrol. Eyes red. Alert. Too close. Too late to vanish.
"Tch… damn it."
They stared, one by one noticing him through the night. They drew weapons, their chakra flaring violently.
"There! It's him!"
Kaizen exhaled through his nose and stood upright.
Behind him twisted into a dull silver hue as he reached down, slicing his palm open and drawing a sharp crescent on the earth with blood and chakra combined.
He made a symbol of a Waning Gibbous
[Moon Phase – Waning Gibbous: Physical Boost ]
Chakra: 647 → 547/1,166
The crescent seal pulsed.
Kaizen's muscles swelled slightly. His veins glowed under the skin like moonlight pressed into flesh. Every fiber of his being screamed to move—to hunt. But before charging in, he performed a second sign set with practiced precision.
[Chakra no Ami no Gi Lv. 3]
Chakra: 547 → 517/1,166
The blood seal behind him shifted. Thin threads of pale blue chakra burst from it, webbing across the field in near-invisible tendrils. The moment they touched the approaching Uchiha—
—something changed.
Their chakra fluctuated wildly. One stumbled, blinking rapidly, another winced, his hands trembling.
"What the—!?" said one, trying to focus his Sharingan. "My flow's—off!"
Kaizen moved.
In a blur, he struck the first man with a vicious spinning kick to the side of the head, sending him crashing into a wall. He didn't stop—he pivoted, ducking low as the second drew a kunai, parried it with his forearm, and slammed an elbow into the man's throat.
Two down.
The third cursed, trying to cast a jutsu—Katon: Hōsenka no Jutsu! —but the unstable chakra made the flame sputter like a dying candle. Kaizen took advantage of the delay, closing the gap and grabbing the man's arm, twisting it and stabbing his own kunai into the Uchiha's ribs.
The fourth finally found his balance and activated a genjutsu, hoping to catch Kaizen with a visual snare—but Kaizen closed his eyes before it activated and hurled a handful of dirt in the man's direction. While the enemy flinched, Kaizen lunged forward, grabbed his neck, and slammed him onto the blood-etched ground.
The threads of chakra surged upward—detaining the target.
The Uchiha spasmed as his chakra was torn from within and disrupted further. Kaizen didn't wait. He twisted the blade in his grip and ended it.
HP: 800 / 2,032
Chakra: 400 / 1,166
Breathing hard, Kaizen stumbled back, covered in ash, blood, and sweat. His body ached, his shoulder seared from a glancing flame, and his chakra system pulsed with fatigue. The Waning Gibbous boost faded, leaving his limbs heavy.
But the four were dead.
He stood among them, victorious.
The wind carried the scent of blood into the night sky. Somewhere distant, an alarm bell rang—metal on metal, a signal that something far worse was coming.
Kaizen looked up.
The moon, partially veiled by smoke, glowed dimly in its waning form. He turned to continue his mission—
And then the air changed.
A thick, overwhelming pressure dropped onto the scene like a lead blanket. Kaizen froze. His skin prickled, instincts flaring.
Something powerful was approaching. Fast.
From the alleyway opposite him, the shadows bent unnaturally—twisting into a silhouette that emerged with lethal calm.
Boots clicked softly on the stones. A long coat fluttered. On his back, the unmistakable Uchiha fan.
The man's eyes glowed.
Three tomoe spun in a slow, deliberate circle within blood-red orbs.
A Jonin.
Kaizen swallowed the lump in his throat.
The Jonin's face was stone—no anger, no shock. Just pure, quiet calculation.
"So," he said, voice like still steel. "You're the one killing my clan."
Kaizen raised his kunai again. His hands trembled slightly, not from fear—but from depletion. He could feel the chakra in his body thinning.
"You're late," Kaizen replied, masking his exhaustion with a grin.
The Jonin stepped forward slowly, like a tiger approaching wounded prey. "You've done enough."
Kaizen dropped into a low stance, breathing steady despite the blood leaking from a wound in his side.
"I'm not done yet."
The Jonin's Sharingan narrowed.
"No… you are."
He vanished.
Kaizen had just enough time to brace before the first blow hit—a crushing kick to his ribs that sent him flying into a crumbled wall. The world spun. His bones rattled. The pain was immediate.
HP: 662 / 2,032
The Jonin was already moving again, drawing a chakra blade.
Kaizen rolled, ducked a slash, and kicked upward—but the man blocked it effortlessly, his eyes predicting every move before it began.